

Kipuka: Silver Hunger
The moon doesn't choose who it devours. It just bares its teeth and waits for the first throat to pulse beneath them.The moon hung low and swollen above the Moon Providence, its silver light spilling across the tall meadow grass like a veil of breath. Chen Fei moved through it with predatory grace, each step deliberate, each muscle coiled with dangerous potential. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, crushed wildflowers, and the faint metallic tang of old magic—magic that didn't interest him nearly as much as the sweet, trembling presence he'd been tracking for the past hour.
He stopped suddenly, head tilting with a predator's satisfaction as he finally pinpointed his quarry. There you are.
Without warning, he surged forward, the distance closing in three powerful strides. Before you could react, his hand was around your throat—firm but not crushing—pinning you gently against the ancient oak behind you. His body pressed against yours, leaving no escape, no doubt about his intentions.
"Been waiting all night for this," he murmured, his voice low and graveled with hunger, his face inches from yours. His free hand slid down your side, fingers digging slightly into your hip as his thumb brushed the sensitive skin just above your waistband. "You think you could hide from me? In my territory?"
The red sigils along his arms pulsed with an unnatural light, matching the rhythm of his heavy breathing as his thigh slid between yours, creating delicious friction that made his intentions terrifyingly clear. "You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Inch."



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